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I know, I know, I’m behind but honestly I was definitely being a bit ambitious when I thought I could do this twelve days consecutively. But I’m giving you the next to last day right now so I hope you’re not too disappointed. Day 11 is below and Day 12 is on the way…don’t forget to check up on Day 1-10 here.

The Season for Living: Part XI

The phone rings for the tenth time. I’ve tried to call back three times with no luck. I’m no longer worried, I’m frantic.

There was one other time that he didn’t pick up but he called back right after he missed the call. It’s been at least ten minutes, which really feels like sixty minutes.

I put the phone down and pace. Pace to the kitchen. Pace to the front door. Pace back to the kitchen. My phone rings. I grab it and it almost slips out my sweaty hands.

Shit its mom. Not right now mom. I hit decline and send a text of “I’ll call you right.”

I don’t feel bad about it because I need him to call me back. I’ve got to keep my line clear. Hopefully he wasn’t calling while she was. I’ll call again.

It rings four more times and his voicemail picks up. This time, I have to leave a message.

“Cade, it’s me. Please call me back asap. I’m so damn worried. I hope you’re okay. You have to be okay. I need you to be okay…because…I…I love you too. I’m not saying that because you said it. I’m saying it because now I know it. I’ve been thinking and thinking and I know that we’re different. I know that the way I love you is different from any other man that I’ve ever loved. It’s deeper than the love I have for my best girlfriend. Right now, I’m going nuts because I’ve finally figure it and now I can’t even get to you. I don’t even know if you’re okay.” My eyes fill with tears and I try to keep my voice calm.

“Please call me back now. I love you. I need to know that you will be okay…for us.”

“Your message has been accepted.” And then the phone hangs up. I hate when voicemails cut me off but I’m not sure I had much more to say.

My heart was in my throat and my stomach turned tighter than a coiled rope. I pace to the door and look out. I would give anything to see him walk up. I can’t lose him now.

Today’s excerpt from my first book, Untraditional, takes you into another chapter entitled “Unknown Visitor”. As always I would love to hear your feedback. Have fun! Oh and don’t forget to follow this blog or like my fan page to stay up on all things Untraditional.

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HE STAYED TWO DOORS DOWN from me. I saw him as I walked upstairs after a long day at work; six/two, mocha-skinned and shining from the sweat of just playing two hours of basketball at the YMCA. He carried his basketball in the crease of his muscular forearm as chiseled as the rest of his body. His cut-off Jordan shirt and shorts showed that he worked out daily, focusing on his calves, thighs and biceps.

I rushed to unlock my door so that he didn’t see me dazzled by his stature. My key kept slipping past the lock as I looked up to see him walking my way. Finally able to stick my key in the lock, I looked up again and caught eyes with the gorgeous man.

His eyes searched my body, from the hair on my head to the warmth between my legs. I broke eye contact as I fell into my foyer. I regained my composure and quickly turned to watch him walk downstairs. As soon as he reached the bottom step, he looked up, as if he knew that I would be looking and boy, was he right about that!

That night as I took a shower, visions of his physique popped in and out of my mind. As the water rolled over my body, I imagined my hands were his and ran them over all the places where I wanted him. Just daydreaming of his touch caused me to come, wanting to do nothing more but to have him deep inside me.

I stepped out of the shower and heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I raced to my door to look out of the peep hole in hopes of getting another glimpse of him, but it was just those obese, loud-talking women who lived across the hall from me.

You are so dumb, I told myself. I couldn’t believe how much of an internal uproar I was making about that man. And I didn’t even know his name.

As I leaned against the door, there was a sudden knock. I looked at the clock and noticed it was 10:00pm. Who was at my door at this time of night? Forgetting that I was still in my towel, I opened the door.